I was reminded of my life back in England just by watching Fara run around the courtyard like a little kid who had just arrived at a playground for the first time, Faerus was sitting quietly on a bench at the sides and had his arms crossed and eyes closed, letting the soft sunlight hits his face. Like a sponge absorbing the gentle heat.
Imagining Faerus's face plastered on a yellow sponge made me burst into a small chuckle that grabbed his attention, he immediately narrowed his eyes in my direction suspiciously and I just waved my hand at him before also walking around the garden. The smell of dewy grass and fresh flowers felt new to my nose since all this time all I ever inhaled were dust in the air from traveling through a deserted land. Something in the air is altering my mind, but at
